《The Dead Walking》


 Ch.1 Backstory

    ¡°Why don¡¯t you just make a recording? Much easier than writing.¡±


    ¡°Thats...thats genius!¡±


    ¡°Yes yes, praise me.¡±


    ¡°Not you. I just had the best idea to make a recording instead of writing this!¡±


    ¡°Hey!!! THAT was my id--¡±


    ¡°Gosh you''re so noisy. Let me make this recording!¡±


    ¡°Guuuuh!! God, I hate you!!¡±


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    Here¡¯s a riddle for you. What happen when you take a fictional monster, transport it to a crowded city in the middle of the day and let it kill people?


    Welp, panic. Lots and lots of panic.


    Wait wait, let me rewind. I shall do a beautiful backstory about how awesome I am first before I start this story.


    My name is God Yara.. No joke. Don¡¯t leave, I¡¯m serious. My parents were extremely high at the time I was born. My mom claimed it was to help ease the pain, but they are still major druggies. Something that I (Un)fortunately inherited. Not as bad as them, though I still dabble.


    Sorry, went off topic.


    Anyways, as I said, My name is God Yara. I was born June fifth, 2020. It¡¯s 2037 right now, in case you have forgotten. I have always lived a high key life. Although my parents were poor I never let that hold me back. I was considered the class clown in school, though I would have occasional introvert tendencies.


    One day when I was seven years old I was walking home from the store when I happened to notice an old man getting dragged into an alleyway by some high schoolers. Thinking that the old man was getting picked on I rushed towards the alleyway intending to help. I wasn¡¯t really sure how I would help, I just knew I was going to help him one way or another. Imagine my shock when I ran around the corner to find all the teens painfully lying on the ground with broken bones visible. The old man had specks of blood on his white t-shirt and jeans. He was holding one of the thugs in one hand by his throat. The thug had two hands around the old man''s arm yet it wasn¡¯t budging. I stared at him in awe. It was not everyday you could see a man, especially an old one, lifting someone up with one hand.


    Though, I suppose that isn¡¯t too true.


    After humanity FINALLY realized that if they continued to eat junk food and drink XXL soda¡¯s all day that they would all become obese, a massive worldwide health craze began. But since humanity was still lazy they wanted to become strong fast and loose weight quicker. At that time, Hundreds upon hundreds of new ¡°Muscle medicines¡± and ¡°Fat Killers¡±came out. They increased your testosterone while at the same time making sure nothing ¡°Harmful¡± happened to your body after they wore out, or the chemicals in the ¡°Fat Killers¡± would dissolve fat in your body then make you shit it out.


    ¡°Something wrong kid?¡± The old man asked, looking at me slightly. I realized my mouth was still hanging wide open.


    ¡°N-n-no! That was awesome! How did you do that? Can you teach me?¡± By now the thug had been dropped to the ground. The old man calmly wiped the blood off his clothes as best as he could and walked out of the alleyway, ignoring me. Not to be deterred I followed him, bombarding him with questions.


    ¡°You didn¡¯t answer me!! How did you do that? Was it staged? It had to be staged! You''re old, you can¡¯t be that strong!! How did you do that? Can you teach me? Hey old man are you listening!¡± Even to this day I was surprised how far I followed the man. I ended up walking with until he got home, which was three miles past my own home.


    Of course, I was asking him questions the whole time.


    ¡°Kid¡± He finally said, startling me out of my question revere.


    ¡°You finally gonna answer? Awesome!¡± I was hoping he would answer all my questions when he said something that shocked me.


    ¡°Go home. Quit bothering me. You are too talkative.¡± When he said the words ¡°Go home¡± I realized the stupidity of what I had just done. I followed a man I didn''t even know all the way to his house. And it was starting to get dark out.


    ¡°Um¡­ well you see¡­¡± I twiddled my fingers, not knowing how to say this.


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me¡­¡± I nodded my head, somehow knowing that we were thinking the same thing. He simply stared at me, a look of slight anger on his face.


    ¡°You...you...you HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!¡±


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    In the past eight years my power had grown immensely...not. Actually, that¡¯s a lie. But since I am lazy and don¡¯t want to drab on and on about my boring backstory, let me sum it up for you.


    After my mast-- the old man had walked me back home (He was extremely happy about that, lemme tell ya) I had managed to talk his name(Which isn¡¯t important) his number (So I could contact him(I¡¯ll tell you why later)) and his martial arts style, which he didn¡¯t have a name for.


    (Ow.Ok, ¡°She¡± just hit me. Who ¡°She¡± is you will find out later. My masters name was Akai Yamsteso. Yeah, I too made fun of his last name. Go head, take a moment and laugh.)


    Anyways, after I had received(Forced) his number from him after one gruelingly long year I managed to get(Forced) him to make me his disciple. His martial arts style had no name, only that he created it himself. It was a style that focused more on using your legs and the strength in them. When you were forced into close combat, it was more like Judo and Aikido, which used your opponents power against them. Although this is slightly off topic, I was thoroughly surprised when the first day I trained he had me take a muscle booster. When I asked why he responded


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    ¡°This is not some fourth rate half assed martial arts fantasy novel(Though it is). If one were to train himself properly using steroids, no doubt he would be stronger than someone who trained the same way without using steroids. It is simple fact.¡±


    From that day on I was forced(Karma) to take muscle boosters which worked a little too well on me, though I still look sexy as ever. Muscle boosters, by the way, are illegal for people under 26 to take.


    It was when I turned fourteen that my master finally died. He had a heart attack in the middle of the night. When I came over to his dojo there was no answer so I let myself in. I was shocked to find him dead, though surprisingly no tears came out. Personally I think it was because although we were master and student, we were never that close. I will admit that the best times of my life were with him(Discounting from when I met ¡°Her¡±) but truthfully we never really bonded. Master was always secluded and quiet, never speaking more than he had to. Although I would trust him with my life, I wouldn¡¯t trust him with my phone(If that makes sense).


    It was also when I turned 14 that I met the best love of my life.


    Ow. I was hit again. Let me rephrase that. I was 15 when I met the second best love of life.


    I was in desperate need of cash( As a handsome green eyed red haired 6ft tall teen with white skin and sharp and beautiful features  I needed to impress the ladies) when I happened to find a job at the pound. Since I loved pets and they tended to love me, it was  the perfect job.


    After a long and tedious sign up, it was four months after I started working when I first met Bojo.It was an average day at the pound, nothing new or special. I had heard we had gotten a particularly mean dog recently, but hadn¡¯t checked it out.


    ¡°What¡¯s up Leon?¡± I asked. Leon was one of the more laid back animal rescuers, though still avid about animals all the same.


    ¡°This dobermann man. Things vicious. Very, very vicious. Nearly bit Suzies neck off. Don¡¯t blame it though. It was used in dogfights for over three years.From what I heard the things been in over 27 fights!! We ourselves got into a massive fight with the owners. Cops even shot someone. I don¡¯t know what we are going to do with it man. It scares all the other dogs so much that they won¡¯t stop whimpering. I think¡­ I think we¡¯re gonna have to put it down.¡± I was shocked. This was Leon, the man who punched a cop because the cop kicked an abused dog. The very same Leon is saying we have to put an animal down?


    ¡°Take me to this animal¡± I demanded. I wanted to see this thing.


    After all, how bad could it be?


    ¡°Alright¡­ it¡¯s in the backyard¡­¡± Leon led me to the back of the building, into the garage. He opened the door to the backyard and led me out. At the corner of the fence was the biggest, meanest looking dog I had ever seen. It¡¯s expression screamed fury. It was inside TWO cages. One cage was around the other cage, making the dog seem bigger than it was. We were still standing by the door when the beast began to bark savagely at us. Leon nearly pissed his pants and put his back up towards the door, his hand on the knob. I however began to walk closer to the cage.


    ¡°Are you stupid Yara? That thing will kill you!!¡± I ignored him however and walked closer. The dogs barking got much fiercer and I could feel it¡¯s intent to kill from here.


    ¡°It¡¯s okay. I won¡¯t hurt you¡± When I reached the cage I slowly put my hand up towards it. With speed befitting its size it tried to snap at me, sharp fangs actually denting the metal on the cages. Try as it may it wasn¡¯t able to break the reinforced cages, though it really tried.


    ¡°Give me the key¡± I shouted to Leon.I walked towards him calmly, formulating a plan in my head.


    ¡°Are you crazy man?? That thing will tear you apart!! No way no way!¡± He shook his head frantically to prove his point.


    ¡°Leon. I am awesome. Therefore, I will not get hurt.¡±  Before waiting for an answer I snatched the kennel key off of his belt. He tried to make a grab at me to get the key back but I cooly sidestepped him, grabbing his collar before he could fall.


    ¡°Leo, I¡¯m telling you I¡¯ll be fine! You however should go back inside. Also, don¡¯t tell anyone about this. Also also, cover my shift for a little bit.¡±


    ¡°You''re crazy man. It was nice knowing you. If you get hurt, this isn¡¯t my fault. You stole that key yourself.¡± Leon waved goodbye as he walked inside, being overly dramatic.


    ¡°Alright doggie. Time to play¡±. I unlocked the outer door of the dog¡¯s cage, smiling as it stopped yapping at me. When I put my hand on the lock for the second one I could see the muscles in its legs bunch together, stored energy waiting to be released.


    I slowly put the key into the lock, my own muscles tensed.


    *Click*


    ¡°Woof!*

 Ch 2. Backstory pt 2

    As if the beast was possessed it leapt at my neck, mouth open and going for the kill. I dropped down and rolled to the side the second the lock was off, watching the doberman sail straight over my head. I quickly got back on my feet, not daring to fight it on the ground. The doberman zoomed at me and leapt, mouth open once again. Like a flowing wave I stepped forward then backed out to the side. In the middle of my step I grabbed the dog''s throat and tilted its body sideways and let its momentum throw it to the ground, grimacing as it let out a yelp. My plan wasn¡¯t to hurt the dog, it was to make it calm down. If all it knew was fighting then acting peacefully isn¡¯t going help too much, just anger it. If it could burn down some energy so it could sleep, we would all feel better in the morning.


    Men speak with fists, not words.


    The dog charged me, snapping its jaws at my leg. I raised my leg and stomped on its head hard enough to tell it to back off, but soft enough so that I wouldn¡¯t hurt it. I realized that if those teeth got ahold of my leg it would be crushed completely.


    For four hours the dog and I fought. Every time it would lunge at me I would use its own momentum against it and throw it. If it tried to bite me I would stomp on its head like the awesome guy I am. Finally the dog could no longer move. It was far too exhausted and it literally fell asleep standing up.


    Warily I walked closer. I put my hand up to its snout, The dog gave a growl and snapped at my hand. I barely managed to pull back before the razor sharp teeth pierced my flesh.


    ¡°You''re not gonna make this easy for me are you?... Well are you hungry? I¡¯ll go get you food.¡± I back peddled to the door, not daring to turn my back on the dog. I poured him an extra large serving of food, mixed it with hot chicken and broth then brought it out to him. To my surprise the dog was in its cage, his head lain down on the soft grass. I sneaked closer in a futile attempt not to wake him. Once I got in semi-close reach the dog growled and looked at me, its mismatched eyes glaring at me. Its left eye was pale blue while the other one was golden yellow. With a lightning fast jab I brought the bowl right by his face then backed out.


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    ¡°This is for you young pup. That was an entertaining fight.¡± I didn¡¯t bother keeping him locked in his cage. Since I would be the first person there in the morning, I need not worried. There weren¡¯t any other animals in the yard either so that wasn¡¯t a problem.


    ¡°Bye boy. See you tomorrow¡±


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    That was how I met Bojo, my first true love.


    (Ha, I dodged that punch!)


    For the next three years, me and Bojo became extremely close. I had taken it upon myself to teach Bojo a bunch of tricks and verbal commands. Bojo was an extremely smart animal and could easily perform complicated commands. After a while he stopped growling and barking and became a very silent but obedient dog.


    But here is where my story truly begins.


    This is the day the world was flipped upon its head.


    In a tale of love,murder and sex you will hear the story of God Yara, the green eyed redheaded devil who traveled the world with his hound, child and bitch.


    (Ok, I deserved that punch)

 Apocalypse

    I do not own James bond. Not sure If I have to put this here for that joke or not but just to be safe¡­ :P


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    ¡°Lick it Roll it Twist it Smoke it¡± As I rolled my weed down into a joint I hummed a small song to pass the time along. I twisted the edges of the joint then examined my work.


    ¡°Perfect!¡± I shouted. I brought the joint up to my mouth and lit it, smiling as the green substance burned causing smoke to fill my lungs.


    ¡°Aaah weed. What a great way to relieve stress. And an even better way to fall asleep!!¡± I brought the joint up to my mouth and inhaled again. The smoke tasted like a mix of Vortex and Apollo 18, though I couldn¡¯t be sure. Who knows?


    *Bang*Bang*Bang*Bang*Crack!* Multiple loud noises where suddenly heard from downstairs, sending me on edge.


    ¡°What the fuck? Bojo follow¡± I grabbed my knife from my dresser and headed downstairs, Bojo hot on my heels. I peered around the corner, not sure what to expect. Although I wasn¡¯t too skilled with a knife I often practiced throwing it at a dead tree outside my house so I was sure of my aim. Though if I had the guts to kill someone I don¡¯t know.


    ¡°HELLO? IS ANYONE HOME¡± I heard a voice, male, shout from downstairs.  I hesitated about answering. I wasn¡¯t sure how hostile or friendly this guy was.


    ¡°Bojo, Incapacitate.¡± This was a code word for Bojo the jump on the intruder''s chest and pin him to the ground. It took me over four months to tell Bojo to just jump on them and not attack them. Bad training accidents. With practiced perfectionism Bojo crept down the stairs sticking low to the steps. His ears slightly raised when he saw the man. With blinding speed he zoomed from the steps. I lowered myself down and got my arm ready. If the intruder had a gun I would rather him shoot me than Bojo, but I was confident I could knock it out of his hands before that happened.


    ¡°Aaah!¡± I heard a loud scream then a loud thump as a body slammed to the floor. I ran down the last of the steps and took aim after seeing Bojo atop a male body.


    ¡°Daddy!!!¡±


    Daddy? What the hell!? By the front door I saw a little girl looking to be no more than seven years old standing there with a pistol in her hand. She had long dirty blonde hair and amazing sea blue eyes. She raised it up and aimed at Bojo but before she could fire I threw my knife at the gun knocking it out of her hands. I rushed towards the child and upon reaching the outside what I saw shocked me. People were murdering each other in the middle of the streets biting and tearing body parts off. A group of three or four men were eating a woman in the middle of the streets. Suddenly a car swerved out from my neighbors driveway and smashed into the men sending them flying. To my horror the men stood back up, broken bones and bent legs hardly stopping them as they limped forward.


    ¡°Let go of my daddy!!¡± I nearly screamed out loud as a hard fist punched straight into my balls, making me gasp. On reflex I nearly punched the little brat but just barely managed to stop myself from doing so. With a grunt I grabbed the pistol and yanked the girl into my house. I slammed the door shut, noting the broken window above the door. I turned the lock on the door then shut the curtains while my mind working overtime as it tried to figure out what was going on.


    ¡°Get your dog off my daddy!¡± The girl went for another punch but I grabbed her arm and threw her onto my couch.


    ¡°What is happening out there? Bojo, come.¡± I decided to let the man off for the moment. But if he tried anything¡­


    ¡°Please take care of my daughter!! I¡¯m bit and I can¡¯t--GAAAh!!¡± The man screamed and grabbed his arm in pain, puking blood out of his mouth as he did so.


    ¡°DADDY!¡± The little girl screamed.


    ¡°What the fuck? Is he sick¡± I was really tempted to push the trigger but a loud thump at my door shook me out it. We all froze as the thumping continued. It wasn¡¯t like a I¡¯m-breaking-into-your -house- thump it was more like an oops-there-is-a-door-here- thump. I went to go open the door but the man screamed


    ¡°NO!¡± I froze a few centimeters from the door.


    ¡°Are you fucking crazy? Those things will kill us!!¡± He screamed, panic on his face.


    ¡°Those things?¡±


    ¡°Are you stupid? Those¡­ those fucking infected cannibals!! Have you not seen the news in the last 12 hours?!¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t have a Television, and I¡¯ve been sleeping for the last 14 hours.¡± I replied. This incident has become big enough that it¡¯s on the news?


    *Blurgh!!*Bleh!*  More blood splurted out of the man''s mouth. His skin was starting to become extremely pale, so pale in fact that his veins could easily be seen through his skin.


    ¡°Are¡­ are you alright?¡± I asked, slightly scared. What was happening with this man?


    ¡°Not...not enough time. I will die soon. Once you get bitten or scatched by those things you are as good as dead. Please, as a single father and a father who loves his daughter more than life itself, protect her! Please, protect her!¡± He smashed his forehead to the ground and cried out, tears flowing from his eyes. Shit¡­


    ¡°No daddy! I don¡¯t want to go with this man!! He¡¯s creepy!!¡± That was a blow to my confidence.  Although, her words did ring true. What kind of father gives his kid away to a random stranger?


    ¡°DON¡¯T BE SELFISH. This man allowed us into his house despite the situation outside. Anyone else would have left us for dead. B--¡±


    This time, a massive fountain of blood sprayed from his mouth. The little girl and I watched in horror as her father dropped to the ground dead.


    ¡°DAAAAAAAAD!!!¡± She screamed an ear piercing scream and ran towards her father, tears flowing freely.


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    ¡°No no no no no no no no no no no no no no¡­.¡± She cried, hugging her dad¡¯s back. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bojo go into an attack stance, a look I had never seen before in his eyes.


    ¡®Is.. is that fear?¡¯ I thought. Never before had I seen Bojo scared.


    ¡°Dad! You''re alive!¡± I whipped my head back around upon hearing the impossible. He was alive? Impossible! He puked out way too much blood. The father¡¯s fingers were twitching uncontrollably and in a comical fashion. Suddenly, without moving his legs his whole body bent backwards while he was on the ground.


    *Woof!* Without even waiting for my command Bojo crushed the neck of the girl¡¯s father, destroying it completely.


    ¡°DADDDYY!! NOOOOOO!¡± Once again the child let out an ear piercing scream, causing even Bojo to lower his ears to his head. A twitch of movement alerted me back to Bojo. Impossibly, the father was still alive. He rose from the ground with Bojo still attached to his neck. His eyes were completely white, with blood pouring out in a small but steady stream from his mouth.


    ¡°Uhrrrr¡± He groaned.


    ¡°Are¡­ are you alright dude?¡± In response the man suddenly lunged at his daughter, his teeth open wide.


    ¡°KYAAAH!¡± She jumped sideways, instinctively preserving her life. Her father smashed straight into my wall, sending his head through it. Bojo had dropped to the ground in the middle of the lunge so fortunately he wasn¡¯t in the wall.


    *Smash* A large piece of wood flew straight past my head, nearly decapitating me. I turned around to see a large group of men with pure white eyes standing at my door. Each one of them had amassed an amazing amount of fatal injuries, leaving me pondering as to how they were still alive.


    How was the girls father alive?


    I didn¡¯t have long to think as they began to jog towards me awkwardly. Without thinking I picked up the girl and told Bojo to ¡°Follow¡±.


    ¡°What the fuck am I doing!!? Run run run!!¡± I yanked open the backdoor to my house, once again greeted with a scene from hell.


    ¡°Where do I go now??¡±All around me people were struggling in their own fights. A woman was trying to stop a man from eating her child, while another man was trying to eat her. A man was being cornered by four other men, his only weapon the knife in his hand. While I desperately wanted to go help these people, my primary concern was mine and Bojo¡¯s life. I glanced down at the little girl who I had unceremoniously yanked out of my house. She wasn¡¯t crying anymore, just had a dull look on her face.


    ¡°Thats not good¡­¡± I muttered. Suddenly a thought struck me.


    ¡°My neighbors! They have a Prxma!!¡± I nearly jumped for Joy when I thought of this. My neighbors were high level drug dealers, even going so far as to sell their marijuana to dispensaries. Of course, they don¡¯t only sell marijuana but that''s not important. What is important is that they have the middle grade sports car Prxma edition!!


    ¡°Good thing I made a spare copy of the key without their permission¡­ only problem is, the key is in my room¡­¡± I could easily get into my room from the ground, but the only problem is is the little girl. I set her on the ground then looked her straight in her eyes.


    ¡°Do you want to live?¡±


    ¡°D...daddys dead!¡± Tears began to well up in her little eyes, breaking my fragile heart but I remained steadfast.


    ¡°Yes. Your dad is dead. But do you know what his dying wish was?¡± After a moment she shook her head but her eyes held a glint of curiosity in them.


    ¡°He wanted you to live! He wanted you to survive onto the next day and the next and see the light of the sun until you grow old and die!¡± I shook her arms for emphasis and tried to over-exaggerate how important it was. Truthfully I just wanted to get into my room before those creatures come back out but I doubt that it would help my case here. Apparently she bought my words and she soon began to cry with a smile on her face.


    ¡°Hic*..ugh...okay! I wanna live! I wanna live!!¡± She shouted with snot running into her mouth.


    ¡°Good! Grab onto my back. Bojo, hide!¡± Understanding my command Bojo bolted away away, going to find a hiding spot.


    After the little girl was secure upon my back I set a few boxes upon each other then leapt up to my window, barely managing to grab the bottom of it. I hauled myself up it, careful not to drop the girl on my way up.


    After entering my bedroom I set the little girl down and yanked my closet open. After digging through it I finally found a large sports bag I had when I played baseball a couple years ago. I quickly grabbed as many pairs of clothes as I could and shoved them inside, not caring how uncouth it looked. I grabbed all my bowls and put them in a side pocket of the bag, placing two ounces of marijuana on the other side.


    What can I say? Pothead for life.


    I placed all my ¡°Munchies¡± food and drank inside the bag as well, making sure they were securely stowed away before placing my hats and everything else I would need inside. I had the pistol tucked in the front of my jeans and decided I should leave it there for safekeeping.


    ¡°Girl. What is your name?¡± I asked suddenly. In my haste I realized I never had bothered to ask.


    ¡°C-Campbell.Lexie Campbell¡± She stuttered.


    ¡°Really? I¡¯m bond. James Bond.¡±  I waited for her to laugh or smile, but she just stared at me.


    ¡°*Sigh* Nevermind. I¡¯m God Yara.¡± I told her. This time her eyebrows raised slightly but she said nothing but did nod.


    ¡°Lets go!¡±

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